The Slave Sculptor — page 9: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

MARINA’S ARBOR, 11 and chalchivitl —(a green stone of high estimation among the Aztecs) — and fringed with gold lace and silver. The garment reached to the ground, and was held around the waist by a mazitali or sash of fine cotton texture, richly embroidered with feathers of the humming-bird and bedecked with gold. Her arms were hare: though the robe fitted close around her neck. Her raven bair fivat- ed in luxuriant tresses over her shoulders, contrasting with her fair complexion, which did not exhibit one tinge of the dusky, cinnamon hue, peculiar to the features of the aborigines. Mazina walked onward, with a queen-like tread; yet her gaze was downcast, and her countenance overspread with gloom. Following her came two female attendants, carrying wreaths of flowers, and cups of perfumery. She moved on over walks paved with polished » until she reached a bower in the farthest corner of the ismi her slaves, she entered the arbor, to find a seat Her mind troubled, for she gave herself up to profound meditation. sat there, till the shades of evening gathered into ’ twilight — twilight into The rippling sound of a fountain near the arbor, had lu her to repose. Her hands lay carelessly upon her lap, and her head drooped forward upon her bosom. While thus unconscious, a short thick-set man, with black robe, and black cowl or mask, that concealed his head and face, came cautiously , Presently he detected the outlines of a man approaching and imme- diately recognized the form to be that of Toluca —Ahuitzol’s gon. Grasping the hilt of his itzili knife, he crawled cautiously toward comiclbooks.com